Chris and I decided that last night.
The place was a madhouse. There must have been three kids there for every one adult. Where in the world did they all come from? Granted, we chose a table right next to the play area, but still. It didn’t much matter where we sat. As we ate our dinner amidst the the chaos, our conversation (not surprisingly) centered on our feelings about having children someday. Or more accurately, how we could have kids and not wish we didn’t.
Don’t get me wrong. I love Chick-fil-A. And I love kids. But the two of them together … no thank you.
(This video doesn’t have anything to do with kids, but it totally made me laugh.)